We go to a department store. The kind where you can buy anything. You want to buy some bras and panties. You walk over to the rack and you look for something sexy. Something you could wear to work and feel sexy all day long.
As your fingers tripped over an adorable leopard nightie, you felt a menacing presence directly behind yourself.
“We’re not looking for your things today,” I whisper, right in your ear. My hand is at the small of your back. It feels like electric sparks are going up your spine. “We’re looking for something for me. And if my spoiled little brat can’t get that fact into her head, I’ll have to beat it into her ass.”
YOU knew I was only playing but YOU wanted to play. Badly, YOU could feel it between your legs, the excitement was already growing. YOU spun to tell you that you’d be good, that you’d pay attention and not be so irritable. But the look on my face let you know that I was really playing here. YOU had to be good. Before YOU could speak a word in your defense, I began dragging me toward the furniture section.
“Hon, the televisions are over there…”
“Don’t say a word,” I say, and YOU caught the tone in my voice that always twists something deep inside of me. When YOU checked my expression, a shiver ran through me. Not only did I have my spanking voice in place, my jaw was set in that way that it gets when the only two things in my head, my hand and your bottom. YOU knew I was only joking. We had talked about working up in our little submissive games. YOU thought we were going to the fitting room or something dirty like that where we had to be quiet so we wouldn’t get caught. But then it hit me right in the stomach, I were serious. YOU was so nervous your knees went weak for a min. YOU have always wanted to please me anywhere or how but YOU didn’t really mean anywhere. Did YOU?
“Not here,” YOU started, and YOU could feel that gray funk lift. YOU no longer wished YOU were home watching Sex and the City and eating bonbons. YOU wished YOU were anywhere but here. At the grocery store behind some tired matron with seventy-two coupons. At the movies, in back of a rude couple who never stopped talking. Anywhere but here…but isn’t this what YOU always wanted?
But it was too late, I had found what I were looking for, a great big bear of an armless recliner faced away from the main drag, and I sat myself down and pulled you directly over my lap.
“Jesus,” YOU snapped, in a way YOU knew YOU shouldn’t have as soon as YOU heard the sound of your own voice. “You can’t be serious,” YOU said in a softer purr.
I answered that statement in a heartbeat, with my palm rather than my words. Before YOU could protest any further, I delivered five strong blows to your sundress-covered behind. The pain shut me up for a minute, but only a minute. As soon as YOU caught your breath, YOU continued begging. “Let’s go outside,” YOU tried. “To the truck.” YOU wriggled and squirmed, but not for the reasons I must have thought. Truly, YOU were doing your best to
keep myself covered.
In your mind YOU could just see some elderly women come over to see if she could help us find anything. She would certainly be surprised to me your reddening ass in the air. I pull my face to yours; I pull your hair out of your face and kiss your mouth hard. I am breathing hard and YOU can feel through my jeans how excited I am. I ask me if YOU are enjoying myself. YOU don’t know how to answer. Your ass and clit are on fire. YOU look at me and with a raspy low voice you beg me to take you home. NOW!
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